End of the Beginning

Someone once told me the exact time
I would be lifted up from this world.
I thought it immediate nonsense
to believe foretellings of any future.
As weeks slipped past sweaty fingertips
my mind became choked in distress.
Faith had always reminded me
that death was not to be feared.
But I could hardly stop myself
from desiring to realize what is truth.

Was my revelation an eminent sign
or perhaps an invitation into Heaven?
Maybe my duty is now faced towards
completing my task assigned by Him.
I must make haste for I cannot tarry
we all know it must come along.

When will you become just a faint whisper
on a melancholy forgotten morning?

Writing ink is fading, running out
and so my ability to breathe again.

Seconds away from another world
Goodbye, I hope to meet with you

.....Soon.